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An Old Telephone Song
Home is where the corn nuts are. Cheap and salty, stock gas station food but the only place you ever find …
Indy Holiday Gift Guide
For the final issue of Vol. 41, Bowen and Kate decided to make the rounds and ask colleagues what single book …
LA PUTA ESPERANZA
Llevamos mucho tiempo esperando. La semana pasada, por más que intentara no ponerle atención a la elección presidencial entre dos imperialistas …
EL OCASO DE LOS DIOSES
El ocaso resplandecía como un lienzo de colores vívidos, y por los surcos tallados en la tierra corría con gracia el …
POEMAS
3:47 Por Bibiana Rivera Córdova si algún día me dejas y puedo respirar más libremente temo que me sentiré profana así …
Something Beyond Reality
A conversation with writer Ottessa Moshfegh
Ottessa Moshfegh is becoming everyone’s favorite author, and it’s not by coincidence. Ever since her first publication in 2014, McGlue, Moshfegh …
Princesse Lavande Numéro Un
It’s 2041, spring. Pollution at an all-time high, and air quality at an all-time low. People walk around Paris with gas …
Chateau Gato
There’s a crusty furball in the cookie jar And a Siamese cat ‘round the grandma clock With a polydactyl claw on …
On My Way
content warning: mentionof self-harm I see how my friends all want to chuckle when I tell them how we split up, …
Sitting
Sitting at the dinner table they watch their words rust and rewind. sweet time who weeps in solitude rustling her tail …
the five love languages
the five love languages one. a love letter written in green pen with my favorite kind of punctuation interspersed throughout two. …
The Mayerling Incident
THE MAYERLING INCIDENTwas first recreated in the light-up-ed-ness between two thin Japan-imported diorama papers. Puppets, adorned with tinsel encrusted hats and …
Collection Poems
sun drop I wonder when I will watch the sun drop for the last time, melt behind endless mass a lions …
Afternoons in Bright Rooms
thinking about afternoons spent in bright rooms: a constellation is spilling out from in between your eyes— I wake up again, …
Meet the Ziffers
“The only thing about being way up high that sucks is you’re too far to see down ladies’ shirts.” Terry told …
Love poem from a wingless bird
Flocks screeching on trembling tree crowns, Chests implode, Flashing through pinioned limbs into the compressing void. Quivering necks straining to reach …
Refrigerators in the Future
The house is ours for one month, the insides cluttered with wind meters and amphibian figurines.We eat the breakfast at the …
O, It’s Manifold
Poems and Flash Fiction
O, It’s Manifold I. They embalmed all the women in one Museum. Critics write, What a surfeit Of hidden beauty! Competence …
The In-Between Times
My mother used to tell me that we feel the blues because we’re Jews. We connect to the sound of suffering. …
The Breakers
A proscenium play: Newport, Rhode Island. The set has lots of neo-baroque curlicues. Also metal pipes and gears, perhaps serving specific …
Looking for Love in the Pleasurebot Years
creation story [2020-2024] VC flicked through four dating apps every night looking for someone to hold. He promised, in his bio …
love poem melting + Other Poems
love poem melting in the swell of the moving shifting bits of I can’t hear anything but the wind running against …
Turning,
[Meat’s bit dry tonight, remarks Aldrin]
Our neighbors are busy undressing and dressing, entombed in black velvet, over-the-elbow gloves if she wants to make a statement—does this …
3 Stories
Candles, Please “Exhale.” The crowd—upwards of forty years old and clad in a variety of branded spandex—sighs. “Tighten your left buttock.” …
Dear Indy
How do I know the difference between being friends with someone and having romantic feelings for them? I guess the traditional …
Rabbits
Alexa could not remember when she began to allow the rabbits to sleep with her, in their bed, when Rob was …
Divorce(e)
Oscar rose from his seat still crying and started to clap vigorously. He felt a little possessed and a little self-conscious, …
Two Stories
TONGUES “Do you want to touch tongues?” Ella asked me. We sat underneath one of the fold-out plastic tables boasting boxes …
Collected Poems (no theme)
Shades of Sick I woke up, sick of today, still a golden caterpillar, high as balls on buttery dreams. My open …
Besotten
Was Hamlet’s death Hamlet’s fault? she asked. I’m not so sure. The play is named after him, though, Ira-Taylor replied, half-laughing. …
Two Poems
When I left you in the lovely dark, you held up the morning in your hands Sometimes when we sleep together …
Possessions
All Al could talk about was how excited he was for dinner. He said his wife was cooking something special. “I …
Bunnies
Valentine and I moved in together at the start of a Rooster year—the kind that, decades ago, my mother was born …
Two Poems
Cathy I hate missing sock mistake I hate rat raisin fluorescent forget and death and a plastic clothing hanger wet paper …
The Fourth of July Girl
She emerges from the port-a-potty dripping wet. The blue plastic door swings a full one hundred and eighty degrees, shuddering the …
Then What Isn't?
Thomas did not see the squirrel. He saw a wooden chair resting sideways on the ground. He saw a broken glass …
4 poems
twenty years from today , i still love you Shuchi with intent , i limb my swollen gesture in your ventilator …